07. Last Dance

Aubrianne Ivanov POV

**WARNING** Slight sexy times

As time passed and got ever so close to me having to go out there, Jada and I were settling into a light conversation when suddenly, out of nowhere…

"Girrrlll, oh my God!" Jada pauses, furrows her eyebrows, squinting her eyes when one of her hands reaches up to touch her forehead.

She grimaces, taking a quick intake of breath. "Geez," she begins again wide-eyed, "I almost forgot what I came here to tell you in the first place."

I glanced at her through the mirror as she went on... "Ron is here and has not moved from that spot in front of the stage. He is just sitting there dead center, unmoving".

I did not miss how her voice rose at dead center and dragged out the word unmoving to emphasize.

I briefly paused, hand midair with puff secured by my fingers. I arch a brow as this is not news, coaxing Jada to elaborate.

Looking a bit uneasy, she said, "he seems a bit off."

Furrowing my brows, "what do you mean off?"

Jada looks like she is currently struggling for words, rubbing and squeezing her hands. I then slowed my actions and watched her, waiting patiently for where she was going with this.

Jada straightened from her relaxed position on the couch and eventually said, "he was just looking lost all night like he was in another world. It's like Ron is not even here, and he looks almost like he is fuming on the inside, ready to blow."

"Let's just say he looks a bit dangerous. His aura and demeanor are different..." she shivers, then looks deep in thought.

She explained, "some of the other girls notice as well. He is not speaking or acknowledging anyone, and that is not normal."

Jada was clearly worried about something in Ron's demeanor. It sounded like something she sensed or observed.

I thought about it for the briefest of moments as Jada stared at me wide-eyed. I tried to recall how he looked earlier when I came in.

I remember I got a quick glimpse, but I was bee-lining it straight to the dressing room, so I have yet to notice.

But Jada was right. Though he always came to see me, he would still acknowledge the other girls, and Ron was always polite to everyone.

Something was up, and I plan to get to the bottom of it. The Ron I know is such a sweet and gentle soul, very kind and caring, and very respectful, and he always makes me feel soooo comfortable and safe around him.

My snuggle bear, he is another one I would miss dearly, I thought to myself.

Suddenly we heard Diamond, Diamond: the crowd started cheering my stage name.

"Hmmnnnn girl, hear them!!!" Jada squeals, full of excitement, then looks dead at me and says, "you better kill it."

"Best believe," I responded, with a flick of my hair, and you can hear the confidence in my voice. I was not always like this, though. It did take a while for me to gain confidence in myself. Yup, but a story for another time.

I continued to busily fuss over myself, compartmentalizing everything I'd just heard about Ron, and decided to talk to him after my dance. I did not want any distractions at this time because I needed my mind to be as clear as possible.

I am sure it's nothing I told myself.

Shawn, one of the bouncers and one of my close friends who I have grown to love and care for like a big brother, stuck his head in the changing room a few minutes later and said, "it's time."

Soon enough, I was out of the changing room.

Walking out to the center stage in my tantalizing outfit that exudes sex, all eyes were on me. My head held high, shoulders back, and hips moving from side to side.

The place quieted except for the low chatter far off. My presence and my stance command everyone's attention now. My movements were sensual and calculated as I glided towards the pole at the center of the stage in my seven-inch heels.

Once at the pole, I glanced at Devon. Devon is our in-house DJ, to find him already looking at me as he awaits my signal. I smiled and gave the crowd a once over, making eye contact with many of the men and women present tonight, recognizing many of my regulars and favorites, here to witness my last dance.

Deep pleasure of satisfaction washed over me, and at that very moment, something snapped in me, and I was ready to give them the show of their lives.

A dance they will never forget! It would be one that will be forever inscribed in their memories. This was my last night and my last chance to leave it all on the floor, giving my all, for there was no going back after this.

I was moving forward and was saying goodbye to this place and doing it my way in tonight's performance. My last dance must be talked about for years; every time someone new leaves the club and moves on, they will remember that one dancer who set the place on fire with her last performance.

I looked over at Devon once more and gave the signal. The music dropped. My first song was "Come undone," a cover by Carina Round.

I strike a pose, stand facing the pole with my back to the crowd, and begin. Slightly pushing away from the stripper pole, I bent my body far over until my bum was at a perfect curve, and I slowly slid my fingers down my thighs, painfully slow. Making sure to caress my bottom as I bring my hands back up.

Now it's like I am looking at the crowd from between my legs, except, at this moment, it is closed.

I pause for the briefest moment— I hear loud hooting and hollering, wolf-whistling—both hands on the floor, and I steady myself right after I slightly shift so that my back is resting on the pole.

I slowly lift one leg out, knee bent, toes pointing up to touch the pole, and then in one swift movement, I lift my other leg to join its twin.

The stripper pole is now between my legs; I grip it tightly and slightly move my legs down while, at the same time, lifting myself onto the pole. Energy surges through me, my hands hold some of my weight, and the pole has the rest as I drop my legs backward.

The crowd went wild, more wolf whistling, shouting, and then money came, flying from all over.

Reaching sensually for the pole, grab it, pull myself the rest of the way up, and immediately start climbing the pole to get higher, all the while moving with the beat as I get as high as I need to be.

Stopping, my legs moved to grip the pole tightly while stretching out, and I flung myself back. Now, one leg remains up, the other tightly gripping the pole, back arch, head back almost touching the pole, and my hair flowing downwards due to gravity. As I flexed in that upside-down position.

I then lift myself in one smooth provocative movement, in a sitting position on the pole; my legs and hands grasp the pole tightly while I slowly arch my back, more eruption, and then more money comes flying again.

I flip my head back, my back still arching, turning slightly so now, the main crowd has a side view of me.

I pull myself up, then lean forward, going around the pole, and with that momentum, I reposition my legs, gripping the pole behind one knee, and the other leg is stretched out.

I then pull it back in bent, my hands still gripping the pole and stretch out, allowing my body to dip down slightly while still moving and spinning.

I let go, and now spinning with one hand on the pole, my other hand stretches out and seductively ruffles my hair, caresses my neck and my bust as I hold a few gazes.

I gave my signature sexy smirk, biting my luscious lips, and I amp up the 'come f**k me eyes'….